CHAPTER 13
LACHLAN
It's no less than an hour later, and we're both still in Drew's office, poring over his laptop, and I still haven't thought of anything to say.
It's probably not a good thing that I haven't thought of anything to say.
The girl I've spent the last few years trying not to bed with is standing in her brother—my best friend's—office, rifling through his belongings while searching for something that isn't in his damn office.
She's here because she's fruitlessly looking for something to connect the dots between him and her embezzling ex-boyfriend Davis. I'm here to protect her. To, in our own way, cancel out possibilities.
Problem is: None of these “possibilities” happen to be any that I like.
Not that any of them will lead us anywhere good. Because the kind of good I w
